Oh, my closers were a blast,
I was high on the mast-
Head. Ah, la vie en prose.

I kicked ass with my headlines,
And closed before deadlines,
For me, la vie en prose.

When I whipped out my press card
I always would press hard
To be first in the room.

To hear him/her speak from the stage high above,
Catch him/her in lies, write them up, loved to right wrongs.

But I sold out for a fee
And joined a company. . .
Flacked PR prose.